Danielle Degardin vs. Ossi Shamar - First-to-Five Humiliation Selfie Match

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That caught Danielle's attention. As soon as the angered words left Ossi's mouth, the Frenchwoman's head turned to her, and she raised an eyebrow curiously before the corners of her lips soon curled up into a smile. Ordinarily, Dani had little patience for the sort of people who would talk back to her and refuse to accept their place beneath her. But this was different. After she'd had such success against Ossi thus far, the Syrian's defiance meant little to her. She was sure that no matter what happened, she would come out on top. If anything, this would only make things more interesting. The thought that her words were truly getting under Ossi's skin and eating away at her confidence was a blow against her opponent just as satisfying as those she had landed with her fists, if not better. She knew she'd take this hard.

"Oh?" The malice was dripping from Danielle's voice as she leaned closer, locking her hungry eyes on Ossi's own. "Then by all means...go ahead and make a fool of yourself. I'll be ready."

She would wait for Ossi to get back up before she made her next move, but once that happened, Danielle would be ready. Once the two girls were at eye level, Dani threw herself forward, going to lock up with Ossi once again. Wanting to come right out of the gate with the sort of dominance that would intimidate her foe, she leaned forward and pushed. Danielle put all her strength into working her opponent back toward the corner, hoping to leave her vulnerable.

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Ossi hit Danielle in the grapple, and it only took a few seconds of pushing for the Syrian to be reminded that she was badly outmatched in strength. She gritted her teeth, trying to jostle for position, but Danielle was too strong. Soon Ossi once again found herself being driven backwards despite her best efforts, whining with futile effort to hold her ground. She realised too, with horror, that Danielle was driving her straight back towards the turnbuckle. If she was pinned in place again Ossi knew full well that she lacked the strength to break free - their previous round had already proved that! She couldn't let that happen again.

In desperation, at the last second Ossi tried to spin Danielle around, attempting to use the former model's momentum against her and instead send Danielle crashing into the corner. If she succeeded in the turnaround, Ossi would try to throw all her weight forward against the Frenchwoman in an attempt to pin her in place, trying to gain any sort of advantage in this 4th round.

[CaptainL]

A smirk was on Dani's face as she steered Ossi backward, each inch she leaned closer being another inch Ossi was forced to double back on. Her eyes watched the Syrian, the hunger for dominance shining from her gaze. Danielle didn't take her eyes off Ossi for a moment. She could see that her energy had been drained from the last three falls, and still she didn't have a single victory to her name. With this in mind, Danielle's triumph would be assured, all the more glorious by its ease.

The shining whites of her teeth were just peering through her parted lips when, all of a sudden, Danielle's fortunes were reversed. Ossi was striking out in desperation, and, with the strength of her fear behind her, she was able to spin the redhead backward! The smugness on Dani's face gave way to shock, as she was whipped through the air in an arc, their positions reversed. She flew into the corner, where she landed against the post with a thud. Groaning, Danielle's head cracked back, and she stared up at the ceiling in a daze, her arms draped over the top ropes and her body dangling limply.

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This was her chance. Ossi almost couldn't believe she'd managed it but her counter had been successful and now the insufferable Frenchwoman lay vulnerable in the corner, finally at her mercy! Grinning deviously she lunged forward, stuffing her breasts into Danielle's face, smothering the other woman, grabbing a handful of her hair roughly to hold her in place.

"Where are you despicable comments now, you wretch?" she sneered, jerking her cleavage left and right to really grind in the humiliation. Satisfied she had weakened her foe, Ossi then peeled Danielle from the corner and tossed her unceremoniously to the canvas flat on her back. "Now you just stay right there. I have something special for you!"

And then Ossi did something uncharacteristic and some would say unwise, as she clambered to the top of the turnbuckle. Her legs wobbled unsteadily as she almost lost her balance, but she quickly composed herself, staring around at the fans watching the surprise turnaround. She would show them all how wrong they were. Flexing her arms up to her shoulders, she struck a pose with great care on the turnbuckle, before returning her attention to Danielle. With a yell of triumph, Ossi Shamar leapt from the turnbuckle, aiming herself at the former model, attempting to land a huge body splash to completely smash the fight from her adversary!

[CaptainL]

Danielle had had more than a head start in this match, and she was already considerably ahead of the competition. But now that Ossi, in her fury, was able to get a hit in on her hated foe, she was sparing nothing in trying to catch up! Dani was staring up at the ceiling in a daze, still trying to shake the sense back into her, when Ossi charged for her - and the Syrian's breasts were the first to make impact, burying Danielle's face in their soft embrace!

"MMF-!" Danielle's shocked gasp was muffled, and so were the subsequent groans of pain as Ossi pulled down on her hair. She tried to reach up and grab Ossi's wrist to try and pry herself free, but it was to no avail. Ossi was fighting with the fury of a woman scorn, which was unsurprising, given how that was exactly what she was!

But even worse than the pain was the indignity Dani was suffering as a result. She was a woman of class and sophistication, with glory and fame to her name, and here she was buried in the bosom of such an inferior cretin! Even muffled, Danielle could hear the cheers and laughter coming from the stands. How foolish they had to be, she thought, to cheer someone like Ossi over her - and it only made her angrier by the minute!

Eventually, Ossi grew tired of this and released Danielle, leaving the redhead slumped back in the corner and gasping for breath. She wasn't slumped for very long, as the Syrian proceeded to hurl her to the ground in a hard-hitting suplex that left her yelping in pain as she bucked up from the canvas. With a groan, Danielle settled into the mat, staring up at the ceiling. Her head was spinning, and she wasn't putting up a fight, even as Ossi mounted the turnbuckle.

The crowd was going wild at the sight of it. It was a well-deserved comeback for Ossi, who had been suffering at Danielle's mercy this entire match, and she was taking the momentum back with a bang! They were cheering, applauding, and chanting her name, hoping to see Dani punished for her insolence. They believed in Ossi, so much so that it was enough to forget that even if she won this fall she would still be far behind her foe.

So it was even more of a shock when Danielle looked up from the mat, her eyes tight-lidded and her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. She saw Ossi descending toward her - and with one swift motion, she kicked up from the canvas, her leg aimed right for Ossi's gut!

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This was it - the comeback was on now. She glared down at Danielle's prone form, knowing it was time to turn the tables on the insufferable bitch that had made her match such a nightmare. Ossi leapt from the turnbuckle, aiming her full body splash down at the Frenchwoman, confidence flooding through her with the knowledge that she would soon be getting back into the match. Whoops from the fans accompanied her leap, and she allowed herself a fleeting smile.

But she had not reckoned with Danielle still being able to perform a counter. As she fell, the prone woman flung up a leg straight towards her!

"OUGHHHHH!" she cried in shock and pain as Danielle's booted foot was buried into her exposed abs as she game flying down from the turnbuckle. In an instant all the air was smashed from Ossi's body as she landed hard on Danielle's outstretched leg. Gasping in disbelief, her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she tried to take a breath, before her legs gave out and she crumpled in a heap alongside Danielle.

Ossi let out a soft moan of dismay, hands clutching her aching stomach as she lay utterly wiped out by the unexpected move, her legs sliding weakly across the canvas in pain. In the blink of an eye things had turned around in the match yet again, leaving the Syrian heiress wheezing feebly for breath and at the mercy of her foe!

[CaptainL]

Just a moment ago, the crowd had been cheering and applauding for Ossi to make her long-awaited triumph against seemingly impossible odds. But in a single fleeting second, everything changed. At the last minute, Danielle had kicked her leg up, aiming a well-placed strike square into the middle of Ossi's stomach as she descended upon her, and the Syrian was sent backward from the force of the blow. She toppled head over heels as she fell back to the mat, landing limply and breathlessly against the mat. In a flash, her fortunes had reversed - and so too had the reception of the crowd. The voices of Ossi's supporters went silent for a few seconds before they quickly shifted to boos.

Danielle rolled up to her knees, shaking herself out and brushing back her hair, as she looked out around the disgruntled faces leering at her. She placed her hands on her hips with a huff, and her face turned to a scowl. "Imbeciles! I don't understand why you're all so attached to her. She never had a chance to begin with!"

Getting back up, Dani turned to face where Ossi had fallen. Just looking at the Arab heiress, even beaten and sore, filled her with fury. The memories of how she'd been treated just a moment before were fresh in her mind, and looking at Ossi stoked the fires of rage in her. Clenching her teeth, she stormed over to the fallen girl, with each of her footfalls coming down as a furied stomp. This would not stand!

"Here's what I think of her!" Intent on paying Ossi back, Danielle wasn't pulling any punches. She bent down to grab her by the hair, hauling her head off the mat enough to hold her in place as she brought up her foot and delivered a few stomps to Ossi's stomach!

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Ossi rolled onto her back, massaging her abs and groaning in pain and dismay. Her chance - her best chance - had been ruined by Danielle's underhanded move, leaving her once again at the mercy of her French tormentor. She tried to suck in more breath, hoping to gather enough strength to at least crawl out of reach before the woman could follow up. But that was nothing but wishful thinking. She heard Danielle approach, her eyes focusing fearfully on the shapely frame of her adversary.

"AIIIIEEE!" Ossi squealed as Danielle grabbed her by her luscious locks of dark hair and wrenched the Syrian painfully into a more upright position. She struggled weakly, hands grasping at Danielle's wrists, but there would be no opportunity for her to break the hold. An instant later the former model began raining a series of vicious stomps into Ossi's exposed stomach, pounding her into submission.

"UNNGHH! UNNFFF! UNnngh..." Ossi blurted, the stomps smashing what little air she'd regained back out of her body and shaking her whole shapely frame. Her mouth lolled open in a most undignified manner, her eyes fluttering weakly as she struggled for breath. Her grip slackened on Danielle's wrists, leaving her arms to flop limply down by her sides.

Breathless and aching all over, Ossi could do nothing but hang there moaning softly, Danielle's grip on her hair the only thing holding the Syrian heiress up of the mats right now.

[CaptainL]

Danielle's face was locked into a scowl, her teeth clenched and her eyes staring daggers pointed straight for her opponent. Her scalp was still throbbing with pain, and her hair was a mess. "Do you know how much work I'll have to put into fixing that for my next photo?" she hissed under her breath. But Danielle's anger was born out of more than mere vanity. Ossi had done far too much to retake the momentum for herself, and Dani wouldn't allow it. This was mutiny. This was insubordination. She had ruined her picture-perfect victory, and even if Danielle was already well in the lead, it wouldn't suffice for her. She couldn't accept her own successes if she knew Ossi had come so close to surpassing her. Danielle knew she would have to retake the glory she was owed. And Ossi had won herself an even harsher punishment.

"Know! Your! Place!!" the redhead shouted, punctuating each word with another stomp down onto Ossi's abs. After the last blow had been struck, Dani let go of Ossi's hair with one hand, holding it to line her head up enough for the ex-model to swing out with a knee strike aimed for Ossi's jaw! She let go at the precise moment her knee made contact, to knock Ossi back down. No sooner had that happened that Dani stormed closer to Ossi's side. She wasn't going to let her off so easy. And this was, after all, a humiliation match.

Bending down, Danielle hooked her fingers under the bottom edge of the Syrian's top. She gave it a sharp jerk, looking to pull it off over her head as she pulled her up to her feet!

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Ossi wheezed for breath, no resistance left in her body after the stomps smashed the air out of her, but her brief burst of control in the match seemed to have done more harm than good. The incensed Frenchwoman was not going to hold back anything now. Ossi wanted to fight back somehow, to stop the inevitable onslaught, but she was too weak, exhausted and in pain from the dismal display she'd given so far. She heard Danielle's furious words, but couldn't formulate a response, simply trying to get a full breath into her lungs.

More stomps rained down from her enraged opponent, leaving Ossi a limp, coughing mess, the once haughty heiress now reduced to putty in Danielle's hands. Her eyes fluttered weakly and she moaned, utterly helpless. She offered no resistance as the Frenchwoman hooked her fingers under Ossi's top and heaved her to her feet. However, Danielle was doing more than just pulling Ossi upright. She yanked hard, pulling Ossi's top straight up!

"Wa...nooooo!" Ossi whined pitifully as her lycra belly top was whipped straight over her head. She tottered unsteadily, trying to remain upright but blushing furiously as her perfectly formed bronze breasts were bared for the fans! "You can't do this to me..." she gasped in disbelief, reaching forward and making a clumsy grab at her stolen garment.